Regretting the Wife He Threw Away

Chapter 18

A faint sound of running water echoed through the phone.

Briony's breath hitched, but she forced herself to stay calm. "Irwin's fever still hasn't broken. The tests say he has acute bronchitis and pneumonia-he needs to be admitted for IV treatment."

Rosita's voice instantly tightened with worry. "How could this happen? Wasn't he perfectly fine when Stewart dropped him off this morning?"

The accusatory tone made Briony's brow furrow. "Ms. Lockwood, I have to remind you—Irwin's health is fragile. He has a long list of dietary restrictions."

With that, Briony ended the call.

She clenched her phone and glanced at Irwin, who lay on the hospital bed, sweating and restless even as he slept. A burning frustration twisted in her chest, making it hard to breathe.

A nurse came in and started Irwin's IV.

After about fifteen minutes, Irwin began to sweat, and his fever finally started to subside.

Just then, the door to the room swung open.

Stewart and Rosita hurried inside.

"Irwin!"

rushed to the bedside, tears streaming as she saw

his cheek and called

blinked groggily awake, and when

his face, voice thick with emotion. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart.

"Mom, don't go...'

Rosita's tears came harder, her love and worry for Irwin moving everyone in the

eyes fluttered closed, and he slipped

as if Irwin had

from his pocket and handing it

took the handkerchief and, without a word, buried herself in Stewart's arms. "It's all my fault. If I hadn't had such a difficult labor, Irwin wouldn't be so

Stewart wrapped one strong arm around her shoulders, patting her gently. "Irwin would be

soothing words, comforting her the whole

bed, watching everything unfold. Pain pricked at her chest, sharp

she had no

room. As she turned the corner, she nearly collided with Fiona,

Fiona raised her hand